The Wandering Falcon by Jamil Ahmad

The Wandering Falcon by Jamil Ahmad

There’s a lot of talk among bloggers and reviewers about the importance of translation and International literature. Some of the most concise criticisms have been written by Tim Parks for the New York Review of Books blog. He makes good points that the idea that translation/international literature opens up cultures is exaggerated and a convincing case that literature as a whole is becoming homogenized. This may be true for most Western countries, but parts of the East may be an entirely different matter. Aspects of some societies and governments may have the unintended benefit of preserving a country’s literary traditions by the simple fact that exposure to outside influences is limited. In many ways Jamil Ahmad is the perfect counter argument to Tim Parks. He is a 79-year old former Pakistani civil servant. The Wandering Falcon is his first novel, written in the 1970’s. Here is an author who is clearly not connected to the Western literary tradition.

There was a full moon, and it hung half hidden behind the northern cliff. The moonlight was strong and dazzling to the eyes. His wife silently pointed at the moon. A long distance away on the mountain crest, he could see small antlike figures silhouetted against its orb. There was a long chain of them moving slowly with loads on their backs. These were the ice cutters. They were men who lived in the highest village, whose main occupation was cutting blocks of ice from the glaciers and carrying them on their backs down into the valley, where waiting trucks loaded them up and sped away to the cities, to people living in warmer regions.

Take for example the titular character of the novel, Tor Baz,who laughingly dubs himself as the wandering falcon in one of the stories in this collection. He is always a secondary character. There is not a single story in these pages that is all his own. Ahmad uses him is an unusual framing device, having him make Hitchcock-ian cameos in every story. Tor Baz is our escort and guide. Through the course of the narrative we learn about the events that led to his birth, his strange upbringing and coming of age. The author hints at the man he might ultimately become, but he is never given a plotline to be resolved.

Most reviews describe The Wandering Falcon as a collection of linked short stories. The protagonist of this collection isn’t Tor Baz. It’s a specific culture . I have to believe that Jamil Ahmad set out to describe a way of life that once (perhaps still?) existed in the Federally Administered Tribal Areas (FATA) of Pakistan. FATA is an isolated region that shares its borders with both Afghanistan and Iran. And although The Wandering Falcon was written in the 1970’s – before this area became associated with U.S. drone attacks and the Taliban – modern readers will link what they read to the place constantly in the media.

The porous borders reported on the evening news feature prominently in The Death of Camels (my favorite story), but from a flipped perspective. The Kharots depend on their ability to travel unmolested between Pakistan and Afghanistan with their camels. They need to stay on the move, using watering holes and grazing pastures located on both sides of the border. (It’s really a simple equation – staying too long in one place will deplete the area’s resources and the camels die). This is how they’ve survived for generations. The closing of the borders equals disaster for their way of life. Ahmad constructs a heartbreaking portrait of how the tribal structure struggles to function in a world changing too quickly. On another level he is telling a heartbreaking story about a father and son.

This way of life had endured for centuries, but it would not last forever. It constituted defiance to certain concepts, which the world was beginning to associate with civilization itself. Concepts such as statehood, citizenship, undivided loyalty to one state, settled life as opposed to nomadic life, and the writ of the state as opposed to tribal discipline.

The pressures were inexorable. One set of values, one way of life, had to die. In this clash, the state, as always, proved stronger than the individual. The new way of life triumphed over the old. The clash came about first in Soviet Russia. After a few years, the nomad died in both China and Iran.

By the autumn of 1958, with the British Empire dismantled and the once fluid international boundaries of high Asia becoming ever more rigid, both Pakistan and Afghanistan challenged the nomads. Restraints were imposed on the free movement of the Powindas, the “foot people.”

In Ahmad’s stories a woman’s fate is usually dependent on the whims of some man – husbands, fathers, brothers and even complete strangers hold the power. We meet women who are sold into slavery, valued by their husband as less than a performing bear or hunted for adultery. They make choices, fully aware of the consequences attached to them. Again, the perspective is different from what I’m used to. The situations are often brutal, but the women are never depicted as down-trodden. They show no self-pity. They are not necessarily unloved. Ahmad portrays them as dignified and courageous…not as victims. The men they encounter are not caricatures. And so Ahmad shows us both right and wrong, hope and despair, honor and depravity – often within the same character. His judgements are all the more powerful because they remain unwritten.

Ahmad describes events as if he has personally witnessed them, slowly and steadily pulling us deeper into the culture of the “foot people”. What happens in one story has repercussions in another. (Much like what happens in one part of the world has repercussions in another). When I finished I felt I had a better understanding of a place I’ve heard about, but never seen. Don’t misunderstand me – I am not trying to claim reading The Wandering Falcon made me an overnight expert on Pakistan. It’s a step in the right direction, though. And perhaps an American or a British author could have written this book which isn’t even a translation. But a Pakistani author did. 30+ years later, an American woman has the opportunity to read it and it is completely relevant to the state of the world she lives in. I think that’s important. Actually, I think it’s pretty incredible.

Note: The Wandering Falcon was just shortlisted for the 2012 DSC Prize for South Asian Literature. In 2011 it was shortlisted for the Man Asian Literary Prize.

3 thoughts on “The Wandering Falcon by Jamil Ahmad”

You ended by saying that as a US woman you found that this helped you understand Pakistan. As a US woman who has traveled in India a few times, and has thus seen up close and nasty the India-Pakistan divide in public and cultural utterances about virtually anything in life, it reminds me that Pakistan isn’t a single set of people, but includes areas and tribes that have nothing to do with Partition, Hindu versus Muslim, Kashmir, terrorists, nuclear states blah blah blah. Sitting in San Francisco or Delhi Pakistan is a two-dimensional ogre.

Hi, I’m so glad I found this post. This was my book of the year last year. I thought it was stunning, and absolutely – emphatically! – an antidote to the suggestion that international literature is becoming homogenized. I haven’t read Tim Parks’ comments yet – I will when I get more time – but I suggest he and others who feel that way might want to look at this year’s (and indeed last year’s, for which Ahmad was shortlisted) MAN Asian list. It’s full of important and utterly unique voices. Thanks again!